so it's official. robin and brook lopez are leaving stanford. it's a sad, sad day. i was praying for a miracle that they'd stay for one more year (or at least robin would stay), but it wasn't meant to be. oh well. i wrote both of them an e-mail thanking them for their two years and wishing them good luck in the NBA, though. i sincerely loved watching them play, and i will remember them fondly. and boy, are we gonna stink next year. :(
so john and i had lunch today at choi's restaurant, and he told me of this korean fro-yo place across the street from flora vista. and it turned out to be cafe aroma! so i excited tried the place out. the yogurt tasted decent, but it was really hard, almost brick-like. their mochi was really soft and chewy, and that was good. i may prefer a harder mochi, but i can't complain. but a small plus one topping set me back $5.06, and that was pretty steep. maybe they charged me extra for ordering it in instead of to go? *shrug* overall, it was so-so, not sure if i'd go there when yogurt fantasy is so close to my place.
yes, i know that tap-ex has yogurt smoothies now. i tried one, thinking it was similar to my yogurt green tea that i regularly get there, and it was like trying to suck dannon yogurt out of a straw. not so good.
i think someone hacked my facebook account and sent superwall (which i don't even have installed) greeting cards to a whole bunch of people. grrr. i hope they weren't offensive or misleading messages. i'm pretty alarmed and disturbed (and confused) by this. some of the greetings were sent to people i don't even talk to, so i hope they don't think i'm trying to drum up some conversation.
so yesterday, while walking towards the entrance of oracle arena, i got a call from my mom's friend. i was hesitant to answer it, and now i regret it. basically, she (being a christian) invited me to attend a gospel choir performance at her church. ugh. i told her that i was attending a basketball game, so i told her to just e-mail me the details. she sent me not one, not two, but THREE e-mails, each telling me how she and my mom have been praying for me to find a nice christian girl and to find god and blah blah blah. and now i have to find an excuse to get out of going to church and that gospel performance. sigh. religious people scare me sometimes.
so i have a question for the ":)" commenter. why do you own a gay porn video? does it turn you on? it's sort of weird that some guys like to watch lesbian porn (i'm not one of them, though; girl-on-girl action just doesn't do it for me), but i don't think girls like to watch guy-on-guy porn. or am i wrong? do girls get turned on when they see a bunch of penises flying around?
oh gross. i just burped, at a little bit of food came up. it was korean food (i had dae ji bul kogi and some man doo (korean gyoza-type potstickers)), and it did not taste good. maybe i have some indigestion? eww.
so i find that i am able to fall back into a dream in between snoozes. that's only 9 minutes. is that normal? or does that mean i'm really tired? last night, i got about 11 hours of sleep, and i was still able to achieve REM cycles in the morning between snoozing. hm. and i was only awake for like 11 hours during the day, too. i also read somewhere that people who sleep a lot have shorter life spans. uh oh. i think i'm gonna die early (among other reasons).
so a friend of mine were messaging each other about blowjobs. she mentioned how some of her ex's told her to use her hands while dishing out fellatio. i've seen that in porn, too, where the girl jerks the shaft to and fro. does that feel good at all? do guys like that? there isn't much sensation on the shaft, and sometimes that even seems painful, especially when the guy's circumcised. (note the lack of personal anecdotes here, as i have had bad blowjobs and not much experience with this stuff.) it's all about the schlong's head, right? so how do you guys like it?
ok, i'm taking off now. gonna run some errands at safeway (milk, cereal), and then i'm going to catch the stanford women's elite eight game. go cardinal!
friday afternoon, my coworker J and i left work early to watch the stanford/texas game. J put on his vince young jersey. and he must have been pretty happy, because texas destroyed stanford in the last 10 minutes of the game. we fought back to come within 1 point of a tie, but then, that must have taken all of our energy, because we just stopped scoring after that. afterwards, i shook hands with J and wished him good luck in the elite 8. sigh. it was a good run, but we just didn't have a perimeter game to match our front line's dominance. they guarded brook lopez very well in the end, and we had no other scoring options. (e.g., anthony goods was 0-6 in the game.)
that night, i introduced alan and ting to dusita, my favorite thai restaurant (although, it's not perfect since they don't serve jun pad poo). i think they liked it, although we didn't order anything too spicy since they can't handle the heat. i don't get to see them very often, so we chatted for a while and caught up. alan really wants to see _10,000 BC_, but both ting and i negged him.
saturday, i got up early (before 10am!) and went to mayflower for dim sum with jen, aimee and her bf. it seemed no one else wanted to get up that early for a meal, and quite a few other people were in napa for a half marathon. the food was decent, and i enjoyed the meal because i hadn't had dim sum for well over a month. i went home and crashed for 2.5 hours, but woke up just in time to see UCLA beat xavier. yay! at least one pac-10 team is in the final four again, and this is UCLA's 3rd straight final four appearance. very impressive. they're a flawed team, though; their perimeter game just hasn't been there of late.
for dinner, a group of us met at st. john's. i got the "beg for mercy" cheeseburger as usual, and boy, did i pay for it. (details to follow.) afterwards, we headed over to mikeT's house for some gaming. the boys played command and conquer, and i played a little bit of "rock band" (two oasis songs) and "guitar hero 3." man, my pinky is weak. christi made red velvet cake, she even frosted a glass for me for some johnny walker black.
sunday, i had lunch with paul and leeya at pho kim long. ah, the wonderful #27. i hung out at their place a bit, watched the first few minutes of _memento_ (great movie), and then headed off to the union city BART station to go to the mavericks/warriors game. i met up with john, cheryl and greg at the destination station, and then, once we got to oracle arena, i went on the search for the gilroy garlic french fries. i bought two orders ($6 each), and gave one to greg and ate the other one myself. they were cold, but still tasty as hell.
the game was a disappointment for me. the mavs shot out for a 12-0 lead, but were actually down 27-26 at the end of the first quarter. and the warriors never looked back. it wasn't really a fair fight, though, because nowitzki and stackhouse were both injured. oh well. now, the warriors, mavs, and nuggets are in a deadlock for 7th place. it'll be an interesting and stressful race for the final two playoff spots. i'm not very optimistic about dallas's chances.
oh. the "beg for mercy" burger. it fucking wrecked me. sunday morning, at 7am, i got the worst stomachache i've had in years. i got up and took two painful spicy dumps. then, after i got out of bed (past noon), i took yet another one. and then, at pho kim long, after eating, i took my 4th dump. damn. the burger is really inconsistent, but that night, it was extra hot. consequences, man.
so i'm typing this early today because i have a meeting from 3 to 4:30, and then i'm going to watch the stanford/texas game with a coworker (who went to UT) afterwards. i'm decked out in my stanford starter's jersey (with this huge "S" emblazoned on my torso) and my red shoes. my coworker brought his vince young football jersey. (nice!) i really hope this is a good game, and we don't get torched by UT's point guard DJ augustin. we have a tough time defending quick guards like him.
hey akareee, i did an image search for bic runga, and i have to say, i don't find her very attractive. her cheeks are too sunken in, and her lips are abnormally large. but she does have a really nice voice, and "sway" is a beautiful song. (i'm listening to it right now on your xanga.) i tried downloading it last night on iTunes, but i needed to upgrade my version of the app, which i was too lazy to do. oh well. i'll try again over the weekend.
so i was writing my long lost friend on facebook, and we were talking about being unwilling to give up our cities for love. for example, she's super attached to NYC. i can definitely understand that. like, i can't see myself moving out of the bay area. i love this place: the weather, the diversity, my career as an engineer, and of course, my friends. i can't think of any situation which would uproot me from here. i think it would be a heartbreaker if i met a girl who lived in another city, and we fell in love, but she was unwilling to move here. that would be tragic. maybe she and i are at that age where we're set in our ways, and we're just not capable of change.
i'm curious to see porn in blu-ray. i had previously heard that the industry was backing hd-dvd, but now that that standard has died, i guess they'll have to switch over. i bet hi-def porn looks amazing, but maybe it's a little *too* real, like you'll get to see the stubble on a girl's shaved pubic region. hm. paul has HD satellite, so i wonder he gets any adult channels with his service. i would be interested in checking it out.
fyi, gatorade's sweetner is "sucrose syrup," according to its list of ingredients.
yeah, i don't understand why people (mainly women, it seems) go on _the moment of truth_ hell bent on ruining their marriages in public. maybe they're not happy, and they just want to air out their grievances and make a lot of cash on the side, sort of as a "divorce gift." but yeah, the women on the finale definitely seems like she doesn't give a shit about her husband, this dorky looking redhead guy. i mean, they met on the internet, have been married for only two years, and she just doesn't seem to be *in* the marriage at all, the way she's acting.
ann, the yogurt place i go to on castro is called "yogurt fantasy." however, i talked to the co-owner, and they have been doing a remodel job, and i think their new name will be "sweet corner." mel, can you confirm that? anyways, the shop is on the south end of castro (near the el camino side) across the street from the wells fargo bank.
i was reading the sports section of the newspaper today, and i noticed this ad for adult XXX dvd's. this one place had all dvd's on sale for $4.99. cheap! however, there was a small print that said "gay porn not included." hm. is gay porn really that lucrative? i mean, this goes back to when i watched that special on MTV that showed this straight guy who did gay porn, and he said that his job paid up to 10 times more than doing straight porn. wow! is the demand for this stuff that high? or is the supply that low, which boosts the prices up that high? i had no idea. i'm curious about watching some of this stuff one day, just to see how the scenes differ from the straight stuff, logistically speaking. i mean, in straight porn, you start with some boob sucking, possibly some muffdiving, then you get a blowjob, some sex, and then a comeshot. what's a gay scene like?
a lot of my guy friends are homophobic. i don't really understand why it offends or scares them so. if it's a religious thing, then ok, fine, it goes against your beliefs. but a lot of my friends aren't religious, so they can't use that argument. so what is it? do they find anal sex gross? kissing a dude? i mean, i personally do not find men attractive in a sexual manner; i love women too much. there was this one time when we went to jack's birthday dinner at asiaSF (this restaurant where all the wait staff are transvestites or transsexuals), and i was curious as to what it would be like to kiss a guy, and if the opportunity arose, i might have done it just to see. i used to believe that we all start out bisexual, and we make a choice as we grow up. i don't know if i believe it still, though; i haven't thought about the issue too much lately. the whole nature/nurture thing is up in the air for me these days.
anyways, time to end this post. gonna head out for a smoke, and then it's off to my meeting, and then the game. GO CARDINAL! and have a STUPENDOUS weekend folks!
man, i caught the ball with my face today during basketball. now my jaw is out of alignment, and it hurts to open and close my mouth. this has happened before, and it feels like TMJ. yowza! i was totally unaware of the ball when it was in the air, and by the time i saw it, it slammed into my face. ugh. i should have been more alert. :(
anyways, i'm very anxious for tomorrow's stanford/texas game. the verification manager and i are planning to watch it together. unfortunately, we both have a meeting that's supposed to end just before tip-off, so hopefully it doesn't end late. he's planning on wearing his vince young jersey, and i'm going to be decked out in my cardinal gear (including my red shoes). hopefully it'll be a good game. go stanford!
there are some people that are so different from me. one example is last night's contestant on _the moment of truth_. this guy was a hunky dude (aside from his mullet), and he admitted to keeping a spreadsheet of all the women he's slept with (including rating them) and having had sex with over 100 women. holy shit! i can't imagine what his life is like, bedding a slew of women like that. at that point, doesn't it just get boring? one girl here, one girl there. he admitted in front of his girlfriend that he could never see himself staying faithful to just one woman. poor girl. if you were her, what would you do upon learning that?
i have rediscovered gatorade's "cool blue" flavor. aside from their "alpine snow" flavor, which i don't think is being produced anymore, "cool blue" is the best. i haven't seen their 8-pack 20-oz bottles of this stuff in ages, but their large bottles were on sale for 89 cents each at safeway, so i picked up a few of them the last time i went. *yum* i could drink this stuff all day. (but it's still not as good as dr pepper.)
speaking of dr pepper, i went down to one can of soda yesterday. let's see if i can keep that up. it's sort of painful, because i *heart* the stuff, but after my four cans of soda outing last saturday, i decided i really need to cut down on my soda consumption. i don't want to get diabetes!
so you guys dug my 69 breakdown, huh? :) another position that i really don't like is the spoon position. i mean, when you're spooning each other, cuddling in bed, that's all nice and dandy, and sometimes yeah, you pop a boner, and my ex used to just reach back and put me inside of her. but as a sex position, it's just annoying because there's way too much friction on the bed sheets. also, the other issue with it is that to get the deepest penetration, the girl needs to lift her top leg, and that can get tiring. but mainly, the problem i have the most with is the friction. i dislike this position so much that when it shows up in porn, i fast forward it because it completely turns me off.
do girls like guys with shaved pubic hair? i mean, you've all heard that a lot of girls (especially in porn) shave their pubes, get brazilians, etc. but what about guys? is it important for males to keep their bushes trimmed and neat? what about totally bare? (i've heard that this makes the schlong look bigger.) i have yet to take a razor to mine (mostly for fear of putting a sharp object to my precious jewels), and i must admit, it's getting quite unruly down there. some of my pubes are like 2 inches long! hm. i know of at least one of my guy friends trims, because once i asked to buy his electric razor, and he said he was hesitant to sell me his because he had used it on his pubes. feedback, please!
*yawn* fuck. that hurt. my jaw is killing me.
i am really digging this "sway" song that's featured on akareee's xanga site. i think it was featured on _american pie_. it's very pretty. i think i'm going to download it off of itunes tonight. plus, i found out on last night's _american idol_ that they have full-length versions of the songs they sing available on itunes. (i had previously thought they were just the abbreviated show versions.) so i might go get kristy lee cook's "faithfully" by journey. i think this show is a big popularity contest because of all the girls screaming for david archuleta. i mean, he did an awful song this past week, and he wasn't in the bottom 3. hrmph.
i miss the tree outside my doorstep. i am starting to think that the reason why they chopped it down was because it was infected. it had all these weird knobby growths on it, and i don't think they were normal. oh well.
i'm hungry. ok, gonna go home now and catch the UCLA game. i think they're going to destroy WKU. western kentucky has a hilarious mascot. it's just a big red blob!
hm. while the 69 is a good idea, i find that it is not the best way to give head to either party. for example, the guy's tongue usually licks up, but upside-down, it's the opposite angle to hit the clitoris, and the clitoral hood blocks the way for optimal pleasure-giving. and also, the girl is upside down with respect to the schlong, and thus her tongue doesn't get to hit the bottom ridge of the penis, which is the most sensitive area. furthermore, i find that the 69 is too distracting for each party involved to give the other person their undivided attention. so all in all, while it is a neat concept, that sexual position is logistically flawed. so i'm not a big fan of it. *shrug* :)
so today, D and i were both craving japanese food, so we called up william, and we picked him up and headed to gombei. ah, my favorite restaurant. i was fully 100% satisfied with my meal. i LOVE this place! i'll be totally stoked when the one in santa clara opens up, and i won't have to trek all the way to menlo park or downtown san jose to get my fix.
i was totally disappointed with kristy lee cook's song choice: "god bless the USA." what a lame way to draw the redneck patriotic crowd. i mean, i still think she's hot, but somehow, her brain is not quite right. i'm starting to really like david cook, though. every week he does something cool, and last night's rendition of "billie jean" was pretty damn awesome. i may want to do kristy, but i want david to win it. but, i have one question about him: is he going bald? he looks like he has a combover.
re: muffdiving, no, i have never met a girl who's disliked cunnilingus. i have had one girl be embarrassed by it, though, but that was because she felt that she wasn't "clean" enough down there. at the time, though, i was completely wasted, so i don't remember if her vadge was smelly or crusty. i have never given a rimjob, though, fyi.
on the flip side, i have never really enjoyed getting a blowjob. i mean, the idea of it excites me, but none of my ex's gave good ones. once, i even lost my boner while receiving head, to her dismay. :( i'm not sure if it's because i've had gf's with bad technique, or i just don't like blowjobs. hm. maybe i should get kobe tai to give me one, because seeing how she does it, it looks really tantalizing. part of it might be my fault, because i don't know how i like it, and i've never been proactive in teaching a girl how to do it in such a way that makes it feel good. i do remember that the very first blowjob i got, my hands went tingly. but like i said, i think it was the excitement of the act that got me all aroused, and not the physical sensation of what was happening.
so for my friend's wedding, a group of us bought him a $1000 bed frame. we all signed a card, and i wrote, "bed = sleep. bed = sex. have fun. =)" hehe. the guy told me that his (now) wife was amused by the note. i'm glad. i usually try to incorporate something about sex in all of my wedding congratulatory wishes, because, really, sex is important in any relationship, and marriage shouldn't kill it.
two mornings ago, around 8am, i heard this really loud buzzing (like a chainsaw) right outside my window. and then, i heard this mulching sound, like a tree getting chewed up by a big toothy machine. a couple of hours later, when i got out of bed and went out for my morning smoke, i noticed that the view outside seemed clearer. and then it hit me: they had removed the tree outside my doorstep! *RAAR* i wonder why the hell they did that. poor tree. a month ago, it looked beautiful, with these pink blossoms, and now it was gone. :( i wonder why the housing association decided to get rid of it. i guess it had something to do with karma; i was given a tree a few weeks ago, and now i've lost one.
yesterday, i took some time to read over my cousin's college application essay. she grew up in taiwan, and english is her second language, so as expected, there were lots of grammar and wording problems. her essay was about coming to the states, facing going to a high school where she knew no one, going back to taiwan to finish up school, and taking guitar/drum lessons as an activity. it didn't really have a single strong coherent theme, but i decided not to give any advice as to the content of the essay. but after reading about what she went through (coming to the US not knowing anyone), i feel bad for her. moving is tough, especially as you get older, and for a shy person like my cousin, it can be a total nightmare. one of the reasons why i would never move from the bay area is that i could never start over again. i would say that 90% of my friends are here, so this is where i'm planning on staying.
this random dude i don't know went to my facebook profile and fed my pet monkey monchichi. he didn't just pet it, but he bought food and gave it to monchichi. i wonder what drove him to do that. i am curious about who he is, and i'm tempted to write him a message. i'd be much more inclined to do it if it were a girl, though. but the whole thing is very interesting to me, i.e. how strangers interact with one another. this internet thing is such a dynamic community, and people who don't each other can poke, prod, and communicate. i find it fascinating, and that's a good thing. hell, i've made a lot of friends (and have reconnected with some old ones) because of the internet, and i'm forever grateful for this technological advancement.
i was telling cindyT earlier today that my eyeglass fetish is a dangerous one. girls who wear glasses can look ugly without them. this happened with some of the women i dated, and it was a big disappointment. better to go out with a girl who looks good without glasses and find out later that she sometimes dons eyewear, which would be a great bonus surprise. but yeah, i have a pretty bad eyeglass fetish. (and eyebrows, too, which you know already.) it's all about framing the eyes.
i'm glad that _the moment of truth_ is having its season finale tonight. as much as i am addicted to this show, i think it's really trashy. and apparently, tonight's woman is going to be really ruthless, and she's going to treat her husband like shit. poor guy.
ok, that's it for today. man, i crave dr pepper. but so far, in these past two days, i've only had 1 can at work. gambatte!
so up until the last basketball game today, my shooting was piss poor. i didn't make one single jumper. but for the final game, we played 4-on-4. we had a significant size advantage, so i kept on making layups and scoring in the paint. for a moment there, i felt like i was brook lopez. it was awesome. :)
re: my commenter. no, i walked out of target with 4 light bulbs (2 150-watt 3-way bulbs for my main lamp, and two 15-wat CFL bulbs, my first time buying those), and nothing more. i was very disciplined, and plus, target doesn't offer me anything that i want to buy. (i bought my toilet paper on my 2nd stop, safeway.) what, were you expecting me to buy some knick-knacks? :)
so far today, i've only had one can of soda. it's been tough. i love dr pepper dearly, and it was really hard not picking up my second can. but instead, i got another bottle of gatorade instead. it's about the same number of calories, but it doesn't have the caffeine. hm. i don't know if this is a better alternative, since it's got the same amount of sugars. i really should just start drinking water.
i think i'm over the mcskillet burrito for breakfast. i got one again today for breakfast, and it just wasn't good anymore. i think i'll switch back to the mcmuffin or a biscuit (sausage, of course). my calorie intake on tues/thurs is really low because i don't have lunch. hopefully i'll lose weight by doing this.
i watched the britney spears episode of _how i met your mother_ last night. i have to admit, she seemed kind of cute and attractive. i think it was her glasses. yes, you guys know that i have a major eyewear fetish. i did wish her role was bigger, though. but i dunno. i thought she was really unattractive during her MTV VMA performance, but this time, without having to judge her dancing and overall horrible performance, and just based on her cuteness and vulnerability, she seemed ok.
and after that show, i watched _new amsterdam_. i dunno. if someone told me that he was somehow supernatural, i don't know if any amount of proof would make me believe him. i'm just not easily convinced that stuff like that is real. ghosts, ESP, etc. i just think all of that stuff is fake, and anything that can't be explained *must* have some logical explanation. that's why i'm so intrigued by magic tricks, because some of that stuff really boggles my mind, and yet i know that none of it is real. (david blaine really baffles me sometimes with the shit that he's able to pull off.)
yes, i like giving head. although, like i said, i am not as eager to do it when the girl's on the rag. that smell down there is pretty damn foul. and some of the girls i've gone down on have this sour taste, and that is not pleasant, either. but as far as muffdiving goes, i'm a big fan of it. i especially love it when they start to breathe more heavily as they're about to come, and i grab their thighs tightly and lick extra hard until they start screaming. ha! it's all about the power to give pleasure.
yes i like the "tart" yogurt flavor. it tastes like dannon yogurt (a little sour), except in a frozen variety. but like i said, it's the mochi that really makes the experience worthwhile for me. i like mochi in general (japanese mochi, mochi ice cream, etc.), and it just goes really well with fro-yo. what i usually do is save like a dozen mochi balls until the very end, and then consuming it all at once in one giant final mouthful. chewy cold goodness!
hm. getting hungry now. since i only had breakfast today, and it's 6pm, my stomach is grumbling. this will be a test of my will, whether i will just have cereal tonight or succumb to my hunger and grab something more substantial.
and since i'm hungry right now, i'm thinking about food. you know what i'm craving right now? garlic parmesan french fries. the ones that i'm going to get (maybe even two orders of it) at this upcoming sunday's warriors/mavericks game. *drools* i think i'm looking forward to those fries even more than the game itself. hehe.
i often wonder what girls are thinking when they wear something that shows a lot of cleavage. do they want guys to notice? do they get confidence from showing their shapely boobs off? what if a guy stares a lot, do they think he's a perv? cleavage usually draws me in like a magnet. i *try* to be discreet, but sometimes the girl's stuff is just too good for me not to linger upon. i think girls should take stares as a compliment, because guys wouldn't do it unless they had a nice pair. oh, by the way, did you know that i once named my ex's breasts "romy" and "michelle?"
ok, i'm headed home. off to debate whether i should grab some dinner.
i'm still giddy over the stanford win over marquette. i dunno. if it hadn't been as crazy and close (i mean, it was a one-point win in overtime!), it wouldn't have had the same effect. and plus, our couch was ejected! nuts, man. nuts. even *i* want to e-mail brook lopez and thank him for making that shot.
so tonight's the britney spears episode of _how i met your mother_. and after that, i'm going to watch _new amsterdam_. it's nice to have new television to watch after that whole writers' strike ordeal. i'm still waiting for _scrubs_ and _the office_, though. this was supposed to final season for the former show, and i wonder what they're going to do with it if/when it ever comes back.
so i went to a coworker's design review today. i was totally falling asleep during the first part. it was held in a small room, and there were only six people there, so i think it was pretty noticeable. luckily, i got out of that drowsy funk, and i even found a design flaw, which my boss said was a good call. *flex*
i need to go buy some toilet paper today. i'm running dangerously low downstairs, which is where i take my daily morning diarrhea dump. since i live alone, my tp consumption if fairly regular and constant. it's quite different from when i had a girlfriend, and i had to deal with her having her periods. i would go through entire rolls in a couple of days when that happened. you know, with all that toilet paper wrapping up the tampons deal. i can't remember if it smelled when that happened, but don't think i will ever forget giving head to a girl when she was on her period. peee-ew! (i would never do it without her taking a shower first, though. i ain't lapping up old chunky blood!)
i think i'm still recovering from falling asleep at 4am saturday night. that's the latest i've stayed up in many years. funny thing, though, i didn't feel sleep at all when i hit the sack. i remember being wide awake and alert when i was in bed, listening to espn on the tv during all of the NCAA tourney highlights. i even woke up at 10am the next day feeling moderately refreshed, but i forced myself to get some more sleep until john woke me up with a phone call. but man, i'm beat today.
things are looking really bad for my mavericks. and since dirk is out with a knee and ankle injury, i think we're going to lose badly to the warriors this sunday. i'm actually going to that game in oakland with john, greg and cheryl, and it's not going to be pretty. shucks. i was hoping for a competitive game, but the way the warriors played last night against the lakers (72 points in the first half!), it might be a blowout. rats. i have a bad feeling that we're going to miss the playoffs this year. the west is ultra-competitive. oh well. at the game, i'll just look forward to hanging out and eating the tasty garlic fries.
to my last commenter, i'm pretty sure that my diarrhea is caused by my topamax medication. i'm sort of worried about my permanently medicated state. taking four drugs for the rest of my life can't be good for me. side effects, you know? i mean, for example, diarrhea is not normal, and having this for years on end cannot be healthy. doesn't diarrhea mean you're dehydrated? hm. and who knows what other nasty side effects my other meds are wreaking havoc on my system. my mom is constantly nagging me about toning down on my meds, but i just think that if they're helping me with my tourette's, then i should stick with them. especially now, since my tics are worsening, i should definitely not cut back.
aside from toilet paper, i need to go to target and buy some light bulbs. my main living lamp is this double-bulb torchiere. and who would have thunk it, but both the bulbs burned out within a week of each other. what a coincidence. so now, i'm using the dining room lamp and the reading corner lamp to illuminate my living room. it's nice mood lighting, but definitely too dim for normal usage. i hate running errands for practical stuff like this. it's like buying socks; so boring, but a necessity.
i wonder what it's like to be a star college athlete like brook lopez. to be 19, regularly featured on tv, and so popular. well, i guess it's not as big as a hollywood child star, but still, it's pretty big. one difference, though, is that there's a lot of pressure on you to perform when you're an athlete. you have the pride of an entire school and all the alums riding on your shoulders. that's a heavy burden. i think i'd crack. but yeah, i'm so proud of my cardinal team. and tonight, the 2nd seeded women play. even though i don't root for them as much, i still have even higher hopes for them to go deep into the tournament.
ok. taking off soon. errand time. *snore*
friday night, i had dinner at hunan chili (peter's alleged "favorite" restaurant) with peter, alan and ting. then, peter called up some of his other friends, and we wound up having a big group of 8 or 9. we ordered way too much food, but for the most part it was pretty good. peter's dish (spicy napa cabbage) got a lot of jeers, but it turned out to be good: crisp and fresh. afterwards, we got boba, and peter left the leftovers on a table outside tea era for someone else to take. hm.
saturday, paul, leeya, nelson and i hit valley fair mall for some food court grubbage. they were craving mongolian bbq, but i didn't like great khan's because of the lack of chili paste. so i got fried clams and clam choweder at ivar's instead. those are the only two ways i'll eat shellfish. leeya really knows how to pile on the ingredients, and she showed nelson how to do it, too, and nelson wound up with a monstrous portion, which he only dented and saved for the next day.
afterwards, we went to santana row, where paul went on a search for coffee mugs for his brand new (and extremely expensive) coffee/espresso maker. we hit crate and barrel and sur la table, but he didn't find anything he liked. then, we went to best buy looking for blu ray discs (leeya and paul are collecting them), but walked out empty handed.
when i got home, the glory started. stanford vs. marquette, second round of the NCAA's. the game was tight throughout, and our coach trent johnson got ejected with three minutes to go in the first half. you should have seen the reaction from our assistant head coach. after trent got the finger, the assistant buried his head in his hands. HAHAAHAH. then, marquette went on an 11-1 run, and all looked lost. we managed to score the last 5 points in the first half to cut marquette's lead to 6.
the second half was close, and robin lopez had a chance to put us up by 1 with seconds to go. but, he missed a free throw, and we were tied. marquette drove down the court and missed its shot, sending us to overtime. we traded three-pointers by mcneal with layups by brook lopez. then, we had the ball down by 1 with like 9 seconds to go. inbound to mitch johnson. pass to brook lopez. crazy leaner by brook. rattle. and IN with 1.2 seconds to go. and then, marquette's halfcourt pass stolen by mitch. STANFORD WINS BY ONE! CRAZINESS!
i was screaming so loud my throat hurt. (yes, i scream even when i'm watching the game by myself). i immediately called up cindyY. she was like, "i LOVE brook lopez. i fucking LOVE brook lopez." i told her she could look up his e-mail address on stanford.edu. she said that she was gonna do it. :) then, i called up jack. and then peter. i couldn't fucking believe it. we overcame our second round jinx and made it to the sweet sixteen. and that made my entire weekend, hell, my year.
and then, i picked up nelson, and we went to mikeT's birthday party. we made pizzas from scratch. they were pretty tasty. and the whole night, for the next 7 hours or so, aside from a little bit of wii tennis, rock band was played. we downloaded three oasis songs (which is why we played wii tennis, while they were being downloaded), and i played drums for "wonderwall" and "don't look back in anger." i love oasis. i drank 4 sodas that night. damn, i really need to cut down on soda consumption. i also had two whiskey's (black label) early on, but i decided i wasn't going to get drunk that night. i got home at 2:30am, and fell asleep at 4am.
sunday, i woke up just in time to see the mavericks lose to the spurs, and worse yet, dirk nowitzki went down with a knee/ankle injury. shit. i really think we're going to miss the playoffs. then, john, mikeC and i grabbed some taco bell and then went over to a nearby park to play some basketball. john and i played pig (i won, PI to PIG), and then greg came over, and we played 2-on-2 (we lost, 4-7). it was very tiring, playing out in the sun. then, we went to watch the other guys play volleyball.
jim got me, and we played horse (i won, no letters to HORSE), and then, john and aimee came over to play horse. we gave aimee a three-shot to one handicap, and she beat us all! haha. that might be a big handicap, but i gotta hand it to her, she made some good shots, including multiple three pointers. we left around 5 or so, and i went home and just passed out for two hours. i didn't even hear my phone ring when john called me.
then, john, mikeC and i went to curry house. the wait was long, and i was not impressed with the food or the price. i ordered "hot" curry, and it was not spicy at the very least. i might go back there again just to try their "extra hot" curry, but other than that, it wasn't a good eating experience.
after that, i joined paul and leeya at tap ex to round out the night.
overall, it was a great weekend. aside from the nap, i had no down time, and i was fully occupied. awesome.
man, the pac-10 isn't doing very well in the tournament. both arizona and USC lost last night in the first round. too bad. the other pac-10 teams may be the enemies of stanford during the regular season, but i root for all of them during tourney time. phooey. let's hope oregon does ok today.
my morning song: "the rose" by bette midler. this is one of my dad's favorite songs. i owned the sheet music for this when i was younger, and i learned how to play it. it's a pretty song, but i think bette midler is one of the ugliest celebrities around. short, chubby, and a nasty face.
so i don't have any rankings for frozen yogurt shops, as i have only been to yogurt fantasy and fraiche. i want to try sweet treat, cafe aroma, and delatti. i hear delatti is super-good, according to dishi and yelp. but two of these are far away in los gatos, and i don't know when i'll get a chance to drive down south to try them out. not that many of my friends are as obsessed with fro-yo as i am, so i don't have a partner in crime.
so to answer one of my commenters about some of my other fears. one of them is that i'll be dreaming that i'm sitting on my toilet, and i'll take a shit in my bed. haha. but on a more serious note, i have some serious fears that i'll get a kidney stone. that sounds super-painful, having to pee out a rock through my urethra. ouch! one of my ex-coworkers passed a kidney stone once, and he told me that it was quite a doozy. i try to stay well hydrated mainly for fear of getting one of these.
i did my taxes today using turbotax online. it took around 50 minutes to complete. (i haven't e-filed yet, but i did all the numbers.) i am getting a $24 refund on my federal return, but i owe california over $900. yowza. it's better than last year, though, when i had to pay like $2K or so. but i had a higher gross income last year, although i don't remember why. when you make more money, you pay more money, that's how it works.
re: parents reading my blog. well, i don't think they read regularly. i know my mom glanced at it and was shocked, but i'm pretty sure she's stopped. my dad may read regularly, but he doesn't let on that he does it. he did tell me that he downloaded my entire collection of entries back when i was on geocities. the only thing he said to me about it was something like, "there are some things that are special, and they should be kept between two people." no doubt he meant all the sex talk i had written about. so yeah, i think my dad is clued into my sexual past.
but yeah, if i knew that my kids kept blogs, i would definitely read. i want to be tuned into what they're thinking and doing. hell, i read each and every one of my friends' blogs, because i like keeping up with their lives. i personally think that everyone should write because it's a great way to see into their minds. you don't always have time to catch up with them in person, so blogs are perfect for catching up on your own time. and writing is a great mental exercise, too. i just wish that people wrote more often, like i do.
one of my cousins in taiwan is applying to colleges out here in the states. her verbal SAT score was 330. ouch! i can totally understand, though, because english isn't her primary language. those antonyms and essays and stuff can be totally tough for people who don't speak the language, so i actually think 330 is good. didn't they remove the analogy section? anyways, she sent me her application essay to look over, and i'm sort of afraid to open it, because it might be horrendous writing, like i won't know where to begin critiquing it.
so you know there are some porn scenes where the guys switch from anal to vaginal and back. do they wash their schlongs in between those scenes? i ask because i read that fecal matter has a lot of bacteria that can cause nasty infections if they get in the vagina. so i figure, they gotta clean up when they go from anal to regular sex, right? i've seen scenes where they go reverse direction in one continuous take, but i don't recall them going the infectious way directly without a camera cut.
so i had a mongolian feast today with four ex-coworkers. it was grand. one of them opened up a video game store, so i gave her my gamecube and all (two) of my games, controllers, and a memory card. (fyi, a gamecube sells for $35. holy crap that's so little money!) i remember buying my gamecube with peter a few years ago on a whim. i used to be so into video games, i even subscribed to a gaming magazine (_next gen_) to keep up with the latest trends. but the sad truth was, i didn't actually *play* them very much; i just sort of collected games that got good press and played them once or twice. i played metroid prime on the gamecube for a bit and then got bored with it, and that was the last of my playing days (aside from the occasional amateur guitar hero or rock band or wii tennis that i play today). i asked for store credit, and i think i'll give that credit to one of my friends.
i wonder if there will be any medical repercussions to my topamax diarrhea. i've had it for over a year now. today, during my post-lunch smoke, i felt that all-too-familiar sour feeling in my sphincter, so i instinctively went to the bathroom afterwards. and i basically pissed brown water out of my ass for a good five seconds straight. i mean, it was 95% liquid. what the hell is going on? ugh.
i get so mad them people don't flush. it happened again today. the guy next to me took a leak, and then just walked away from the urinal without flushing. he did wash his hands (for like 2 seconds, though), so what gives? i mean, he washed up, so couldn't he have dirtied his hands a bit by touching the flush lever? ARGH. it makes me so mad! i wanted to scream at him. it was this short chubby asian dude with glasses and a fat lower lip. *punch*
ok. that's it. i'm out of here. gonna meet up with some friends for dinner at hunan chili. the last time we went there, we ordered all deep fried stuff. let's hope that it doesn't happen that way tonight. have a great weekend folks!
because of my increasing tics of late, i've been smoking more. i'm averaging two more a day in the past few days. ugh. i got a massage yesterday, and the soreness in my left neck/shoulder area felt a bit better afterwards, but today, it's all messed up again. phooey. the downward spiral continues, and when it gets like this, it's hard to stop. :(
i got in trouble for going home after basketball to watch the stanford/cornell game. my boss called me when i was at home, and i ignored it. when i came back to the office, he had a little talk with me. he said that it was probably ok that i watched the game, but that i should have told him where i was. *hangs head* i likened this game to france playing in the world cup (he's french, and he's a soccer fanatic). he smiled. but still, yeah, my bad. good game, though. i was very pleased.
so one of my mom's friend's daughters found me on facebook. funny, i was just thinking about her (and her older sister) a few weeks ago. she's tall, has a nice face (great eyebrows, you know how i have an eyebrow fetish), and we were friends back in the day. the interesting thing is that she's cousins with john and walter. small world. so these must be the cousins that john talks about when he says he knows some family in richardson, texas. i went skiing one time with these two girls one year back in college, and i vividly remember that it was the best i've ever skiied in my life. i guess i was enjoying the company, so my mind was taken off of "the fear."
i'm starting to really like the mcskillet burrito from mcd's. i got one this morning for breakfast, and it was damn tasty. the only problem with mcdonald's is that they stop serving breakfast at 10:30, and i don't always get there in time, so i have to settle for jack in the box, which serves breakfast 24-7. but yeah, the burrito is good. sausage, eggs, cheese and potatoes. yum.
i am getting heartburn-like symptoms from dr pepper these days. i'm not sure if it's the "pepper" from the drink, but it sort of burns my esophagus. it doesn't stop me from drinking it, but sometimes i have to wash it down with gatorade to reduce the hot sensation in my chest. ugh. i really have to cut down on my soda consumption.
so kristy lee cook made it into the top 10 on _american idol_. once again, she was in the bottom two. i'm glad that amanda got booted off, because she has no versatility. she just shouts in her rocker style; i don't think she can sing, especially if she chose a ballad like simon suggested. she was a cool girl, though. when she said "cool chick" on the show on tuesday night, i thought she said "cool shit," and i was shocked. haha. oh well, on to the top 10!
i was strangely disturbed by last night's _south park_. the whole sacrifice theme with britney spears had me spooked. and them having britney blowing her head off and still being alive was a bit grotesque as well. i dunno. after watching the episode, i had this creepy feeling in my stomach, and i had to take a shower to shake it off. i didn't laugh the entire time, i was so uncomfortable. not one of their better episodes.
so today is the vernal equinox: exactly 12 hours of day and 12 hours of night. i'm really liking this early daylight savings thing, so we get more daylight at night time. spring is officially here, and flowers are blooming and birds are chirping. outside the office, we've got blossoming trees, and it smells wonderful. i'm hoping we have a mild summer; last summer was great, and i only remember one night where it was really hot in my bedroom.
so on last night's _the moment of truth_, the contestant's mom still thought that she was still a virgin. how old fashioned could you be? i mean, the contestant was this rather attractive woman who was a model and a hostess at a restaurant, and her boyfriend was this kind of slimy guy, and you just *knew* that they must have had a lot of sex. damn. her mom must be so naive.
i wonder what my parents think of my sex life and when they figured out that i had become sexually active. i remember freshman year, when k1 asked me in front of my mom to come to her house for thanksgiving hot pot, my mom said no. (my uncle convinced her to let me go.) over winter break, i brought home pictures of her, and my mom was very upset about that. we didn't get together until february of the following year, and i had pictures of her sitting on my bed and stuff.
my parents must have figured it out my senior year, when they came over to my dorm in the morning, and my girlfriend of that time was already there to greet them. i mean, that's sort of obvious that she stayed over, right? still, though, even to this day, my mom gets sort of ancy when i tell her i'm staying with a female friend, even though we're not dating or anything. oh well. both my mom and dad have seen my blog at some point, so they better have a clue now.
ok, that's it for today. gonna go home and catch up on some more NCAA tourney games. (plus, the mavs and celtics are playing right now as well. i think i've given up on the mavericks this season.)
i weighed myself at my psych's office this morning. 181. holy crap! of course, i was fully clothed, with shoes, jeans, a bunch of stuff in my pockets, a t-shirt, and a sweatshirt, so i'm probably less than 175 naked. so that makes sense. but man, when i saw 180+ on the scale, i sort of freaked out. i do NOT want to be that heavy again. like i said, i showed pictures to my coworker D of when i was 200+, and boy, was i fat back then (circa 2003). can you say double chin?
man, another stressful AI results show tonight. resident hottie kristy lee cook is on the chopping block again, i'm sure of it. man, she has a perfect face. there are very few girls that i can say that about. but she sang a crappy song, and didn't do it very well. what the hell happened to her amazing audition potential? she told simon last night that she can blow his socks off, and i'm still waiting for her to do that. like last week, i voted for her twice after the show. after/if she gets voted off, i'm rooting for david cook. he has spooky eyes. he should get opaque black contacts and look like wes from limp bizkit.
i watched a taped version of AI last night because i met up with some folks for yogurt and dinner (in that order). for the latter, we went to this new japanese restaurant called "the red crane" in cupertino. mike and christi recommended because it had been getting good reviews. i just got the snow crab cakes (so-so, i thought it was too much batter) and the spicy tuna rolls (the sushi which i use to judge all sushi places; it was spicy and decent). i don't know how the other people liked their food, but i don't know if i'd go there again. a lot of the other people's dishes were fish, and i don't really like fish. anyways, it was my last chance to hang out with cindyT and mr. W; they left this morning for soCal.
i couldn't take the pain in my left neck/shoulder area, so i finally booked a long-awaited massage session today. i hope it helps. the vicious cycle usually goes as such: i tic, and then it hurts, so i tic more, and then it hurts more, and so on. the underlying cause is stress, and it's no doubt due to my current project at work, which is getting pretty hectic. sigh. maybe after we tape out this chip, i should take a trip somewhere and just unwind.
so the tournament starts tomorrow! i'm anxious and nervous and excited. we play cornell, which was undefeated in the ivy league. i don't know what that means, but i saw that cornell shoots very well from 3-point range, so our perimeter defense better be up to the task. i'm debating whether i should play basketball tomorrow because i plan on going home at 2pm to watch the game.
did i talk about the episode of true life on MTV that featured this gay porn actor? he's straight, but according to him, gay porn pays 5-10X more (like $5G's a scene), so that's why he does it. i dunno, though. even if the money were way better, i don't think i could do gay porn. i just wouldn't be able to get it up. guys don't excite me. the dude said that he takes sex enhancer pills to get aroused, which doesn't surprise me. but besides pills for his schlong, he has to kiss and make out with guys, and i just wouldn't be able to get into that. people would be able to tell that i wasn't being authentic. i'm not homophobic at all, but i'm just not into guys, you know? it would show in the film.
even in hetersexual love scenes, i wonder if i would be able to perform wholeheartedly if i wasn't in love with the girl i was doing it with. or maybe, i would fall in love with my costar. psychologically speaking, emotions can often follow physical actions, so maybe that's why a lot of onscreen lovers wind up hooking up in real life. and what if i found my screen partner ugly? would i be able to make out and pretend to have sex with her realistically? probably not.
we all know that there's a guinness world record for fingernails. it belongs to some old guy who keeps his hands (and nails) in a long bag. and it's pretty damn gross. how did he decide to go for the record? it's like, decades ago, he decided, "hey, i'm gonna stop cutting my nails and go for the record." but my question is: what's the record for the longest TOEnails? i mean, fingernails are more convenient (relatively speaking, of course). someone can feed you if you can't use your hands. but for toes, you won't be able to walk. you would probably have to be carted around in a wheelchair or something 100% of the time. someone would have to lift you onto a toilet or help you take a shower. that would be a pain in the ass. well then, again, with long fingernails, someone would have to help you wipe your ass. so maybe both are equally difficult to deal with. (this paragraph was inspired by the fact that i haven't cut my toenails in like two months, and i'm going to cut them tonight. it looks like i have a french pedicure.)
oops. i made the mistake today of asking a friend if he was going to a birthday party that he wasn't invited to. luckily, he took it in stride and said it was ok. *phew* the moment i typed it, i started panicking. i don't like making people uncomfortable. this saturday, i actually have two birthday parties at the exact same time. hm. i guess i'll have to choose which one to go to and take out the other friend some other time.
so i heard on the radio today that there are naked pictures of kirstin davis (of _sex and the city_ fame) floating around. they were taken over a decade ago by an ex-bf. bastard ex. i mean, he must have gotten pissed off or something. i have naked pictures of my ex's, but i would never release them to the public. one, there's no need for public humiliation like that, and second, i am not going to put myself out there vulnerable to a lawsuit. (besides, none of the pictures are that juicy anyway. no vadges or anything.)
ok, that's it for today. damn, i cannot wait for my massage. my body aches!
it's been a frustrating day at work. the cmodel that i painstakingly got to work a few months ago is dead again. it only works for some tests, but freezes up for others, and i have no clue how to debug this. i might have to get my ex-coworker in again. ARGH. i hate feeling helpless.
basketball was ok today. i had this one drive in traffic where i closed my eyes for a split second, hoping not to run into anyone, and when i opened my eyes, i saw that i was in the clear, so i banked in a floater. that was awesome. however, i got kicked in the left calf muscle when i fouled someone, and now it hurts to walk. ugh. one of my teammates jammed three fingers and got elbowed in the mouth. basketball is a full contact sport!
so to my commenter: make-up sex is great. when you fight, there are so many feelings and stuff flying around, and when you finally get things resolved, it all just spills out in a nice, emotionally charged romp session. the best is when you're broken up, and you get back together. chances are, you haven't had sex in a while when you haven't been together, so you're already pretty horny, and there's all that yearning and stuff, so the sex is extra nice. but of course, like i said, if the relationship is dysfunctional, after the sex, things just sort of settle back into place, and things are blah afterwards.
last night, i met up with cindyT and mr. W for dinner at maruichi. i introduced mr. W to the kuro ramen, and he liked it. i'm glad. not everybody likes the smoky garlic soup that is the kuro. afterwards, we went over to yogurt fantasy and had dessert. tonight, we're meeting up again (along with potentially mikeT, christi and diana) for yogurt followed by dinner (reverse order because the yogurt place is going to close early for remodelling). damn. i wonder what i'm going to do if i get a craving over the weekend. maybe i'll try out some of the other yogurt places that i've been recommended. yes, i am obsessed with the stuff.
it was really nice to watch _how i met your mother_ again. it was like seeing old friends again. although, i'm really frustrated with how slow the main plot (how ted meets his future wife) is progressing. the club girl (the married one) was cute, though. i looked her up, and she's nick lachey's girlfriend. she's hapa! no wonder she's hot. and i had no idea that britney spears is going to guest star in upcoming episodes.
i am enjoying _new amsterdam_. it's like _law and order_ (a murder case in each episode_), only with a love story and a previous life story thrown in. so far, i've seen all four episodes, and you know me: once i start a show, my OCD compels me to finish it. i don't *love* it, but it's good enough that i will try to keep up with it. i wonder how john is going to tell his woman that he's 400 years old.
man, i should have bought some bear stearns stock yesterday. i had a tip, too. my coworker told me that the stock fell from $60 to $30 to $3, and i was like, "hm." i was thinking about picking up 1,000 shares, but the market was closed already. today, it went up to $7! that's a 133% gain! and i would have sold it immediately, too. damn, i missed out on a $4,000 profit. shit.
gravity is cool. in the morning, when i'm lying in bed, i don't feel like taking a dump. but, within seconds of getting out of bed, when i'm standing up, all the liquid shit in my bowels starts causing pressure on my sphincter. neat-o! so now, i wonder if i were in space or something, in a zero-gravity environment, whether i would feel less inclination to take a dump, like, whether i would only take one if my bowels were completely full.
speaking of dumps, after yogurt last night, my stomach was feeling queasy. and i didn't know if i could walk into a restaurant and use their bathroom, so i walked all the way from yogurt fantasy (which is at one end of castro) all the way to the parking garage near the train tracks, and drove home. by the time i sat on my own toilet, i was keeling over in severe pain. *phew* i made it! i'm so glad that i didn't shit in my pants.
filet o' fish's are so damn tasty. i had one for lunch today after basketball. usually, after i play, i'm just feeling thirsty and hot and not hungry at all, but when i took my first bite into the sandwich, i was in heaven. everything about it is great: the fluffy buns (i hated it when they used the arch deluxe bread a couple of years ago), the salty fish batter, and cheese, and most of all, the wonderful tartar sauce. when i was homesick while living in japan, i would go to mcdonald's and order one of these. the thing is, no one in japan eats these things, so they would have to make one fresh, and it was piping hot in all of its glory. so tasty!
so back to diarrhea. i have one big fear (among others), and it's that i'll be playing basketball, and while running down the court (my sphincter loosens up when i run), i'll shit in my pants, and the liquidy stuff will run down my legs and drop on the court. how embarrassing would that be. *turns red* hehe. i thought about it today when i was playing, because i felt a weird feeling in my stomach while i was out on the court. luckily, it turned out not to be anything to do with diarrhea, and my nightmare didn't happen. *phew*
ok. time to wrap this one up. gonna head home a little early and see when we're meeting up for yogurt.
man, i think work stress is getting to me. not that i'm being overworked by any means, but i'm definitely spending more hours with my mind occupied with office matters. i can tell because i'm starting to tic more. the left side of my neck and shoulders are sore as hell, and i am (just) starting to get a little worried about it. hopefully i can find ways to relax more. i definitely am going to book a massage appointment this week. (i tried last friday, but the massage lady wasn't in.)
no, i didn't catch the garter. at first, all us single bowling guys didn't budge when we were called up, but i grabbed john, nelson, mikeC, etc. in the end. it took jimmy a few tries to successfully throw it because the garter had so much wind resistance that i didn't travel far. the bouquet toss was far more interesting; diana caught it over grace's head and knocked grace's barrettes out of her hair. haha. i guess diana really wanted it or something.
man, i am not really optimistic about stanford's chances in the tournament. (no, i never do brackets; i don't know much about 2/3 of the teams.) i'll be happy if we make it to the sweet sixteen, and then it'll be a very touch matchup with texas. (the UT grad here at work, J, had a little discussion with me today about our potential meeting in the tourney.) texas has this awesome point guard named DJ augustin, and i don't know if we can guard him. but anyways, like i said, i'm rooting for all pac-10 teams, so i'll be keeping my eyes out for others, like UCLA and washington state.
man, i am beat today. i didn't get any REM cycles until 4am (at the earliest), and it's starting to wear on me. D suggested i use the sleep function on my tv, and i think it's a good idea. i mean, that's what it's *for*, right? last night, i was really interested in the commentary on the bracket regions, so i was listening intently to what sportscenter had to say. man, i love march madness.
there's new tv to watch! yup, an all new episode of _how i met your mother_ tonight. cobie smulders and all her hotness. i'll probably be taping it, though, so i won't be able to watch her in all her HD glory. but that's ok; i'm just glad that the writers' strike is over, and i get to see some fresh new television shows. does anyone know if _scrubs_ and _the office_ will be coming back as well?
i'm bummed that we didn't find any hard alcohol last night at the wedding. it sucked that 1) the bar at yank sing was closed, i mean, they could have made a killing if they had opened it and 2) the nearby liquor store closed at 6pm. i was totally ready to drink, like i was *thirsting* for some whiskey. i'm just not a wine drinker. after my third glass, i was feeling just a teeny bit tipsy (empty stomach buzz), but i was sick of the taste. i wanted something harder. oh well. i bet not having an open bar saved jimmy and sabrina a lot of money.
are you guys wearing green today? i'm wearing my usual mon/wed/fri green steve madden's. so no pinching me! hehe. the sad news is that i found a rip in the upper heel on my right shoe. *sniff* i guess nothing lasts forever then. maybe tonight i'll have some irish whiskey to celebrate. jameson! some of my friends went to an irish pub today, and they had green beer! that's pretty neat.
so for my 11:30am and 3pm smokes, i go outside to the parking lot and sit on the steps. there are usually some ants outside, and i never ever think about killing them. it makes me sad to think about killing ants (unless they're invading my space at home or something). i don't like ending lives unless they threaten mine. however, one big exception is spiders. i am ruthless in killing spiders. what i usually do is catch them in toilet paper and flush them down the toilet, and i don't think twice about that fact that i am killing another living entity. i guess i sort of distance myself from it because i don't squish the spider to death with my bare hands. but still, i hate spiders, mainly because i'm afraid that they'll crawl all over my body and bite me in places that'll hurt (like my schlong head). i guess i'd feel differently about ants if they were fire ants, like the ones we had back in dallas.
so i was telling cheryl about how one of my ex's was very feisty, and how we fought a lot. she was like, "well, you guys must have had good make-up sex then." i chuckled. i guess we did, although i can't really remember many details about that. make-up sex is great, but the problem with it is that usually afterwards, there's a tendency to fall back into the same old rut of dysfunction. my experience with fighting is that often times, few fundamental things get resolved, and it's rare that people actually change, so what happens is that the only bonus that comes into play is the make-up sex. *shrug* i guess it is what it is.
ok, it's time to go. having dinner with cindyT and mr. W tonight. and then it's frozen yogurt time!
friday night, i met up with adam and rae at los charros. i wasn't that hungry, so i couldn't finish my wet burrito. it was good seeing them again, and i caught up with them about their trip to china. after dinner, i rushed home to watched the stanford/wazzu pac-10 tournament semifinal. we led by 13 points with 3:30 or so left to go, but we missed a lot of free throws, so the game was really nervewracking at the end. but we won. yay! after that, i took a shower, skyped my mom, and went to bed.
saturday, i met up with gina, barden and dishi for a nice little taiko reunion. we had lunch at sushi house and then walked around stanford campus. gina bought a cute stanford baby-t at the bookstore. then, we went to the stanford shopping center in search of pinkberry. it was open yet, so we were disappointed. (later in the weekend, mel told me that they backed out. boo.) so we went to fraiche for our yogurt fix. it was only ok. the original flavor wasn't tart like i wanted, and they didn't have mochi, so i got this apricot jelly topping.
afterwards, i rushed back home to watch stanford/ucla, round three. i wasn't really nervous this time for some strange reason, and we lost by 3 points. i guess ucla just has stanford's number this season. i will be rooting for both teams (as well as all pac-10 teams) in the tournament.
for dinner, i went over to mikeT's house for his famed sushi. cindyT and mr. W were there (they had driven up for jimmy's wedding), so it was good to see them again. we ate, chatted, and then played a lot of rock band. i played drums for a few songs and then tried guitar as well. it's stressful! like cindy said, you don't blink much when you're playing. and then, we ate some of mike's homemade cream puffs. yum.
sunday was all about jimmy and sabrina's wedding. i got to greg's place at 11:30, and the two of us and cheryl drove up to shakepeare garden in golden gate park. we were supposed to help set up the chairs and tables, but it was already done by the time we got there. we hung around for a bit (we grabbed subway for lunch beforehand), and then the ceremony started. it was a nice one, and then, we helped break down the chairs.
there were a few hours to kill, so we just drove to the reception location (yank sing in rincon center) and hung out at a starbucks nearby. i got a hazelnut latte, smoked and called up alan and peter. time passed by rather quickly, and when we got to yank sing, we were disappointed that the bar was closed. greg, john and i went on a liquor run, but the nearby liquor store closed at 6, so we were left without whiskey. rats.
i drank 3 glasses of wine, which put me in a little bit of a fog at first, but then i gave up on trying to get drunk, so i just ate the 10 courses of chinese banquet sober. they had peking duck, which was my favorite course. ah, duck skin. the speeches were ok (it was sort of hard to hear because of the echo), the slide show was nice (the soundtrack was three songs by the cure), and of course, i had to go up there for the garter toss. i was informed that stanford was a #3 seed in the tournament, which i expected. we play cornell. ah, two red mascots. how cute.
we left around 10:20 or so, and when i got home, i immediately went on espn.com to analyze the bracket. i don't like our changes, with #2 texas looming in the sweet 16 (assuming we make it that far). when i went to bed, i listened to all the tournament analysis on espn, and i fell asleep with the tv on, and it stayed on until around 4am. damn, no REM cycle until then? no wonder why i'm so tired today.
so much for having small dinners and trying to lose weight. last night, i met up with some bowling peeps at southland and had a large plate of combo fried rice. and this afternoon, adam, freshly returned from china, called me up to tell me that he and rae are craving burritos, so we're hitting up los charros for some wet burrito action tonight. i do love that stuff, but what about my diet?
so it looks like sunday is going to be fully packed with jimmy's wedding stuff. i (and a bunch of other people) am slated to help set up chairs (250 of them) and tables for the ceremony. i think we need to be there in the early afternoon, so right after getting up, getting dressed, and having lunch, we're headed off up to the city to help out. i'm gonna miss the selection sunday news! (i really want stanford to be a #3 seed, not #4.)
after southland last night, i rushed home to watch the stanford/arizona game. it was tied 15-15 when i turned on the tv, so i was glad that i didn't miss too much of the beginning. the game was tight most of the way, but stanford just wore down arizona in the end. i think arizona only played like 6-7 players because of their shallow bench. yay! tonight's game vs. wazzu is gonna be tough.
i was talking to my friend J about the spitzer thing, and we moved over to talking about legalizing prostitution. i don't think it's a bad idea. and then i thought about those high class call girls/escorts, like the ones i posted up a few weeks ago (courtesan elise and amy taylor). so if you're going on a date with those girls, how do you know if you're going to get some? sex isn't guaranteed, right? or is it? like, after dinner, you're walking back to your place or dropping her off, what's the etiquette of requesting sex? i guess it's like massage parlor etiquette. sex might be understood, but you still gotta know how to ask for it politely.
speaking of sex, i had this crazy dream this morning. i dreamt that i was watching this nine inch nails music video, and the video featured trent reznor having sex with these two girls stacked on top of each other. they were fairly hot girls, and what i remember most clearly was that their vadges were *very* attractive. i know, you're thinking, "what makes a vagina attractive?" what makes them hot is that they're shaved for one, and second, they're very pink inside, and third, they're not flappy and asymmetrical and have excess folds. that's the best i can explain it. clean and elegant looking vulva. so TASTY.
i remember the first time i saw a live vagina. i was with my first gf, and we were naked, messing around. we were under the covers (it was morning), and i kissed her from the top of her face all the way down to her thighs. then, i paused, lifted the covers, and took a long hard look. i was astounded. it remember thinking it was a little different from the ones i had seen in magazines and porn videos, because it was so *real*. i didn't pause too long, though, because i didn't want to make her think that i was staring and making her feel self-conscious. but that image of her vadge is seared into my memory.
i am convinced that the stone roses song "going down" is about giving a girl head. there's that line "yeah, she looks like a painting, jackson pollock's number five." it's gotta be about her pubic region, right? my friend randy from when we were in japan once told me that the song reminded her of her sister, and i was like, "uh, um... i think the song is about muffdiving." and he immediately gave me a shocked expression and never mentioned her sister again.
you know, people (like elaine from _seinfeld_ from that naked girlfriend episode) say that schlongs are ugly things. ok, they're not the prettiest of sights, but i would argue that a woman's privates aren't a work of art either. sure, from afar, all you see is the labia majora, and it's very clean and smooth. but once it's all splayed open, and you see all the other "stuff," it's not always beautiful. sometimes, it's a mess; some girls have really long droopy thick brown wrinkled labia minora, for example. there was once a time when my ex and i had finished romping, and i was sitting up on the bed, looking down at her crotch, and i was like, "damn, that ain't an attractive thing i just banged."
damn. i'm still burping up my korean lunch. i don't know if i'll be able to stomach a wet burrito in an hour. and plus, since i'm on castro, i'll want frozen yogurt, too. ugh, the gluttony of it all!
ok, i'm out of here. have a great weekend folks!
man, basketball was great today. i must have made like 75% of my shots, and a lot of them were on fast breaks, which was exhilarating. for some reason, our team chemistry today was good, and we had a lot of break opportunities, and i just hustled down the court full speed after a defensive rebound and caught a lot of long bomb passes. i was extra tired and hot and sweaty at the end of it, but it was a very satisfying feeling. (although, i have sort of a headache right now.)
it's been a busy day at work. i haven't done much web browsing or the usual facebooking that i normally do. it's cool. i actually enjoy working, despite my usual famous laziness. we're in crunch time for our current project, so i expected things to pick up a bit. that issue that i thought would be a headache to fix turned out to be pretty easy after i thought about it for a while at home last night; i came up with a simple solution, and i even did the coding changes before lunch, which is very rare.
so i tried the mcskillet burrito again this morning. (they didn't give me a free iced coffee, though.) i asked for some salsa at the drive thru window, and i got two packets of picante sauce. it helped the flavor. god, i love mcd's sausage, and they put a lot of it in the burrito. *drools* i think i'm going to get this pretty often for my bball day breakfasts.
no, i don't cook. back in college, my coterm (5th) year, i used to make myself omelets and quesadillas for lunch, but it wasn't very efficient. it took a long time to make, eat, and clean up, all for just one person. and even now, cooking for myself takes too much time. it's cheaper just to grab something quick at a local place. although, i do regret not having cooking skills; it's something i envy in some of my talented chef friends, like paul; he makes a mean steak and prime rib.
i'm anxiously waiting for the santa clara gombei to open up. gombei is my favorite restaurant (it's japanese home-style cooking). D and i stopped by earlier this week, and it's still under construction inside. the sign's up and everything, but from the look of the interior, it'll be quite a while before they open. i *heart* gombei! i hope the food's as good as the other two locations they currently have.
so i watched last night's new episode of _south park_. cartman gets HIV, and he gives it to kyle. so what is the deal with HIV and AIDS these days? it's not in the news anymore. is it still a serious death sentence (at least, in developed countries)? or are drug cocktails able to keep it under control and prolong the life of those afflicted with the disease? i find it amazing that magic johnson is still alive, something that figures prominently in the plot of last night's episode.
like i said, you don't hear much about HIV anymore. i don't even know anyone with it. i remember way back when, at a student gathering in school, when i was told something like, "look to your left and to your right. one of you three will die of AIDS." my, how times have changed.
i found a friend of mine on facebook who has 998 friends. ridiculous. how do you know that many people? seriously, i would not be able to remember that many faces and names. i guess some people are just social butterfies; this girl is really bouncy and peppy, so it doesn't surprise me that a girl like her would have that many friends. but still, the number boggles my mind. i wonder how big her wedding would be.
so i have a question to you working people out there. how big of a bonus did you get? i won't talk strict dollars, but i'll just say that i got around 8% of my salary. is that good? i guess 8% of my salary translates to one month's worth of pay. i guess that sounds ok, but i don't know if it's the standard amount or not. now if only my stock options weren't underwater...
so i don't know much about the spitzer (gov. of new york) resignation, but the only fact that i know of is that he solicited a high class call girl. i don't see what the big deal there is. so what if he paid for sex? who cares? i don't see why he has to resign from his position just because he got some nookie. ok, so he's married, so he has to own up to committing adultery, but bill clinton didn't have to give up his post as president for cheating on his wife. anyways.
i am shocked that kristy lee cook didn't get voted off last night. i was IM'ing mia about it, and i was thinking that maybe david hernandez got the boot instead because of the controversy about him being a gay stripper. hm. so that's two weeks where a gay male got voted off. is america that homophobic? i guess so. how disappointing. oh well, i'm ok with it because that means i get to ogle kristy for another week. i hear mariah carey week is coming up next? ugh. i hate her. didn't she make a comment years ago about how she envied starving people because they were so skinny? EGADS.
ok, it's almost 7pm, and i'm still at work. gonna putz around the office until dinner at southland at 7:30. stanford vs. arizona @ 8:30pm! go cardinal!
so i've been warning my coworker D that once he turns 25, he's gonna get fat. when i turned that age, i gained like 30 pounds in 2-3 months. it was ridiculous. previously, i *wanted* to gain weight, so i counted calories and ate over 3000 calories of shit food a day, to no avail. i showed D some pictures of me in 2003, when i was over 200 pounds. he cracked up. it's no laughing matter! i was fat and unhealthy, and that was when i went on my crash died and managed to lose 40-50 pounds. that was pretty awesome. no need for the south beach diet or jenny craig; i did it all by myself. *flex*
i'm pretty american idol hottie kristy lee cook is gonna get voted off. her country jig rendition of "8 days a week" was ridiculously bad. absolutely horrible. what the hell, man. it's gonna suck not having her on the show, because she is the only eye candy that AI offers. ok, ramiele is a little cute too, but she does not compare to the smoldering hotness that kristy brings. oh well. she just made a ludicrous decision.
yes, i am a testament that you can build up your lactose tolerance. like i said, the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in college, i didn't have any milk, so i lost it. but with much pain and random spurts of diarrhea, i got it back. remember my lunch on the toilet? that was because of milk runs. so it is possible, folks! you just gotta suck it up and do it.
aw, so to that reader who can't have an orgasm during regular sex: can you get off using other means? manual? vibrator? one of my ex's was the same way, so when we romped, near the end, i had to stop while she frigged herself off using her fingers, and then i continued and finished on my own end. it was sort of odd, but i wanted us to both to get off, so that's how we did it. i guess some girls need direct clitoral stimulation.
ryowa has an awesome lunch special: ramen, 3 potstickers, and a bowl of fried rice for $8. D and i went there today, and i was so stuffed that i had to get a box for my fried rice, which i'll have to dinner. poor D; he sprained his ankle very badly during basketball yesterday, and he's now limping around like an invalid. it reminds me of earlier this year, when i got my dog bite. my guess is that he'll be out for at least two weeks, at the very minimum. and that's the exact reason why i rarely go inside when i play. you never know what you're going to land on when you jump among a bunch of guys.
so my coworker M is a really good engineer. apparently, at the annual party, she got the "above and beyond" award. i'm really happy for her. she's doing the verification for the block i just finished, and she found some bugs after i released the code. (i had previously stated that i thought the code was solid, so i have to eat my words.) good for her. she's not only a hard worker, but she's smart, too. i've been an engineer for 10 years this coming july, and i'm at the stage where i no longer accept challenges. instead of relishing them, i just look at a task and immediately say, "that's a lot of work" and look for easy ways out of it. M just takes it and runs with it. i think that's really cool, and i wish i were more like her.
so my boss just gave me my bonus. it's a non-negligible amount of money, so i guess you can say... i'm happy with it? then again, i have no idea how much other people got, so i have no idea how good a deal i got. either way, it's not chump change, so i'll gladly take any "free" money the company throws my way. (of course, it's taxed, though.)
during the dot com boom, at my first networking startup, money was thrown away like crazy. they gave $10K referral bonuses, and that was AFTER TAX. nuts! i miss those days. (although, i never referred anyone, so i never got to cash in on that awesome deal.) some people say that these days are better because things are valued more realistically and blah blah blah; those people are idiots. i'd much rather be in the bubble days, where dreams of becoming rich were rampant, and *i* could have struck gold. did you know that my company rejected a buyout offer for FIVE BILLION? ludicrous! selfish owners. *grumbles*
ok, i'm off. i'm gonna rest after today's madness at the office and recharge. i've got some serious coding changes to do tomorrow.
...when you're working hard. i was so busy this afternoon that i forgot one of my smoking breaks. yeah, that was pretty cool. i was at my desk, cranking away, working on a testbench issue for one of my coworkers, and then realizing that i had implemented something wrong for my new block, and then doing some documentation. and before i knew it, it was 5:30pm. neat-o. i guess when my brain is occupied, i don't get a cigarette craving.
so i didn't have a morning song today, but this was the song that was on the radio when i first drove off to work: "what's on your mind" by information society. this is one of my very favorite songs of all time. when i used to make mix tapes for my best friend in high school (kevin), i used to always include this song. i hadn't listened to this song in years, and when i heard it this morning, it just energized me. i saw information society in concert with amy (along with T42 and anything box) one summer break away from college at six flags in dallas, and it was pretty cool. the lead singer was on roller skates!
so this morning, i tried out two new things at mcd's for breakfast. i got the mcskillet burrito, which i thought was marginally good. the best things inside were the sausage patty and the potatoes, but the eggs were sort of gross. i would have liked some salsa on the burrito. they gave me a free iced coffee, which was only ok; i'd like to try the hazelnut flavor next time.
poor D sprained his ankle during basketball today, and another D sprained his finger. ouch! D's ankle swelled up pretty badly. i made a few jumpers, but i missed some finger rolls, which made me quite cross. i faked my coworker R out of his shorts and drove to the hoop, but i failed to finish. i heard these gasps of "ooh" and "aah" as i made my move, but fuck, if only i had put the ball in the basket. that would have been sweet.
re: being tired for sex and finishing like a "warrior." haha. good choice of words. yeah, there have been times when i didn't feel like doing it, but the honest truth is, i've never regretted an orgasm, so i guess it was all worth it. from what i can remember, there has only been one time where i didn't get to finish; the girl got dry and chafe-y, and i had to stop. :( she had never had an orgasm in her life, too. i feel sad for girls who can't achieve it. it makes sex seem like a waste. she said it was ok, and that it still felt good, but i felt bad because it could be *so* much better, you know? if i could never blow my wad, i would feel so frustrated; i went through that when i was on antidepressants (effexor XR), and i just had to get off that med.
re: girls with huge boobs. i find pamela anderson gross. it's her face; i think she's really ugly. (same goes with carmen electra, btw.) anna nicole smith had an ok face when she was younger and thinner, but i don't dig her breasts either. i'm not really into large breasts in general. they tend to sag (or they're fake), and i prefer perky natural chests. i think the highest i'd go is a C-cup and no more. just give me a handful!
so last night, i had milk for the first time in like half a year. so far, no repercussions. i was afraid that i'd get really bad uncontrollable diarrhea (unlike my regular, morning post-cigarette diarrhea), but it turned out ok. *phew* so i'm gonna keep drinking it. one time, freshman year in college, unprompted, i drank almost half a gallon of milk during dinner (yes, i did some weird shit in college). i wound up going to the bathroom with stomach cramps (and runny shit) throughout the night. that was horrible. who knew that you could overdose on milk?
the yogurt that i like (like pinkberry's original, yogurt fantasty's "tart" flavor) tastes like frozen dannon. nothing really special; it's just a little sour. i just like the fact that it goes well with mochi, mainly. i LOVE yogloo, and it doesn't taste like that. i get my yogloo fix by drinking calpis at japanese restaurants and getting yogurt-flavored drinks at tap-ex. if i were to ever go to a korean bar, i'd get yogurt soju, but i haven't done that in almost a decade.
ok, that's it for today. gonna head home and prep up for the two-hour american idol finals.
i am a messy eater, especially when it comes to noodle soups. i must have a leaky mouth or something, because not all the noodles i put in my mouth actually make it in. so today, D and i went to A&J, and we both got the beef noodle soup, and i wound up making a mess of the place. i splashed the red soup all over, and i got a lot of it on my brown sweatshirt. and now, i have all these black splotches all over my right sleeve, and it smells of beef and hot oil. shit. i'm like a 2-year-old!
the two of us are leaving a little early (although D is coming back to work) tonight to watch _semi-pro_. i know it got bad reviews, and it's just another mindless will ferrell movie, but i don't mind the escape. i just hope it's funny-stupid as opposed to plain-stupid.
so we got a new guy in our group today. he's another cookie-cutter married chinese engineer. and he speaks mandarin to the other cookie-cutter engineers in the group. sigh. i'm craving some new young blood in our company, and we aren't getting any. although, today, D did interview a recent cal grad. he asked what the culture at the company was like, and i don't think D could paint him a fun picture. let's hope he joins anyway, and that he's cool.
i seriously need to cut down on my soda consumption. i'm averaging 3 dr pepper's a day now, up from 2. and that's just at work. at home, i may have one more dp, and that's just way too much soda. no wonder i'm getting fat. and starting tomorrow, i'm going to cut down on the taco bell/jack in the box runs that i've been doing on weekdays. cereal diet, welcome back!
i love cleavage. what guy doesn't? however, i've realized that i only like cleavage when there's a good face attached above it. like, a few months ago, this girl was flashing this amazingly large cleft down her chest, but i didn't like her face, so i was like, "meh." as awesome as her chest was (but then again, i'm not turned on by oversized melons), i didn't really care for it. gotta have a good face, that's what i say.
so according to aimee, there's a yogurt place in los gatos called "sweet retreat" that she loves. i must try it out. however, they don't have mochi, so i don't know if i'll like it. like i've said, i adore the mochi topping, and i think it's more important than the actual yogurt itself. long live mochi!
i am incensed by the officiating during the two ucla games. not only should stanford have won, but cal should have, too. (yes, even though cal is our chief rival, i do root for them when they're not playing stanford.) that was definitely a foul on ryan anderson, and the shot that shipp put up to win the game was very questionable, too. i don't know what the hell the refs were doing at the end of both games. of course, i'll be rooting for ucla in the ncaa tournament (as i root for all pac-10 teams), but still, they barely escaped their last two games. *RAAR*
so there's some controversy over daniel noriega's bootage off of _american idol_. although he hasn't openly confirmed it, there's strong evidence that he's gay. and people are wondering if that is the reason why he got voted off. i think that's sad. but then again, his performance wasn't that great, so you never know the real reason why he got eliminated. anyways, i thought he was a flamboyant character, and i sort of liked him. (i still maintain that he has jessica alba's face.) a person's sexual orientation should have no bearing on how he's judged on a singing competition.
have you ever been too tired for sex? i mean, sex is good, sex is great, so i would like to say no. however, one of my ex's used to demand that i give her head first (and sometimes that would take quite a long time), so there were times where i would get tired of that "obligation." and once, when i declined to romp, she had the nerve to say, "me only!" which really pissed me off. i mean, she had never ever given me a blowjob and asked for nothing in return. hrmph.
don't get me wrong, though. i love giving head. i *adore* giving head. i relish seeing the girl flopping around on the bed in pangs of pleasure which i am the cause of. but when it becomes a requirement and a demand, then i get upset, and i start to hate doing it. ugh. and it's so sad when something so wonderful becomes a nuisance.
*yawn* it was hard getting up today. i had a dream this morning where i was on the moon. the reason why i remember that was because i jumped, and the moon's low pull of gravity meant that i floated in the air for a bit before i softly landed on the ground. and while i was on the moon, i was trying to find a subway ride to dallas, which had somehow been transplanted on the lunar surface. weird, i know.
ok. in a few minutes, i'm leaving for my movie. have a good day, folks!
didn't do much friday night. most everybody was busy, so nelson and i just grabbed a quick dinner at the prolific oven (chicken chipotle pasta). the dish wasn't spicy at all, so we were both disappointed. after that, we just went home.
saturday morning, i got up and watched the stanford/usc game. boy, was it ugly. we didn't rebound, we got outhustled to every ball, and we trailed the entire time and lost by double digits. i was ashamed of our team. maybe it was a hangover from our loss to ucla two days before, i don't know. but we had better shape up for the postseason, that's all i can say.
after the game, i sulked for a bit, and then i got my lunch: frozen yogurt with mochi at yogurt fantasy. since i was going to be having steak for dinner, i didn't want to ruin my appetite with a big/late lunch, so i just got dessert instead. i stayed home for the rest of the afternoon, and then it was time to the big event.
geoff picked me, nelson and mikeC up in succession, and we headed to morton's steakhouse for jimmy's bachelor party. there were like 21 people there, and we got our own private room. we were like 40 minutes late, so jimmy ordered us to take a penalty tequila (patron) shot. i did my duty, and then i promptly ordered a jameson on the rocks. it was HUGE. as i drank it, i started getting an empty stomach buzz.
the salad came, and it wasn't much to talk about: just iceberg lettuce with some caesar dressing. no croutons, bummer. there were supposedly anchovies in the dressing, but i couldn't see the bits. they must have been finely blended. then came the steak. it was big and done medium rare (i asked for medium), but it had no taste. i ate it with disappointment, but at least the side dish (spinach and mushrooms) was ok. and to finish, we had coffee and dessert (either dense chocolate cake, or what i got, raspberry sorbet).
the bill? $126 per person. holy crap! i took a look at the itemized list, and apparently the dinner part was $80 a pop. and then, we ordered three $99 bottles of wine, which i didn't have, and a ton of other alcohol. oh well. that's a record as to my most expensive group meal. for that money, we could have gone to charles nob hill and gotten a nice french prix fixe dinner. oh well. i just hope jimmy had a good time; according to him, he was a bit inebriated, so that was the first time i've ever seen him tipsy.
afterwards, jimmy and some of the other people went to a bar, but the rest of us went home. i was buzzing pretty hard from my tequila and two giant whiskey's. (by the way, my whiskey tasted really weird, like it had cola or some citrus shot in it. i didn't like it.) so geoff dropped each of us home, and i just puked (to get rid of the excess alcohol) and went to sleep.
sunday, is slept until 1pm (adjusted time). i had lunch with D at pho kim long. i recommended to him the #27, so both of us got that tasty dish. yum! then we went next door to tapioca express and got yogurt frosts. the girl behind the counter was really, really cute, but she was probably like 19 or something. after going home, i crashed from noodle overload and slept for like 2 hours.
for dinner, i met up with alan and ting at the maruichi in milpitas. they had returned from a week in whistler, so it was good catching up with them. i got the aka-ramen (spicy miso), but it wasn't so good. i think i'll stick with the kuro or the tonkotsu.
i got home and called up paul to see if he wanted to go to tap-ex (yes, again), but he said he was too tired. funny, two minutes later, he calls me up and asks me if i want to go because leeya wanted some drinks. ha! so we meet at 10:30 and stay there until closing at 11pm. i didn't even feel tired because it was really only 10pm, but i went to bed anyway.
i hope i get over the time difference soon. it was really hard to get up this morning.
man, i am still pissed about last night's stanford/ucla game. it was an awesome contest, but we should have won. it came down to a phantom foul call on stanford's lawrence hill; it was a clean block/held ball, but instead, the fucking refs called a foul, which put collison (i think it was him) on the line to tie it up. that sent the game into overtime, which ucla then won. bastards. it cost us a potential pac-10 championship, and that's why i'm so upset. i really wanted that title, *grumble*. if we win against usc tomorrow, it'll take me a really long time to get over that loss. oh well, i should just get over it and look forward to a (hopefully) successful run in the tournament.
my morning song: "faithfully" by journey. the american idol hottie kristy lee cook sang that this past week. i have fond memories of this song. during chinese camp, i slow danced this song with jessica a couple of times. (we didn't have that many slow songs, so we recycled what we had over and over.) she and i got close during camp, so by the end of it, during the dance, we were basically just hugging really tightly during the songs. she was a cutie back then. but the scandal was that i was about to be a senior in high school, and she had just graduated from ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. hehe. yeah, i was robbing the cradle on that one.
william, D and i went to choi's korean restaurant today for lunch. i'm really starting to like that place. dae ji bol kogi, 5 pot stickers, all for $7.99. that's quite a deal. i don't know how much they charge for dinner, but for lunch, it's pretty reasonable. william's getting into fishing, gardening, and cooking. good for him. hobbies are good things, and that's something that i find lacking in my life. possible hobbies for me in my past have included piano, taiko, tennis and golf, but i haven't touched any of those activities in years. hobbies are very fulfilling, and maybe i should start back up on some of them.
so the taiko reunion with gina has been postponed once again. damn. i was really looking forward to seeing her. basically, carol and dishi couldn't make it, so i pushed it back one more week. hopefully, next saturday will be good for everyone, so we can meet up and go to sushi house and walk around stanford campus. of course, if stanford's in the pac-10 tournament at that time, i'll have to schedule around it. it's been a good season; i can't believe that we were actually picked (by this analyst on FSN) to finish 7th in the conference. (we're a lock to finish in second place.)
tomorrow, we're going to morton's steakhouse for jimmy's bachelor party. is that the place where they grill the steak in butter? i think i went to the morton's in portland with jo-ann like 8 years ago. it was pretty good. after that, we may hit a bar or two. i really want to see jimmy drunk. he's a big guy, so he can handle his alcohol. i'm gonna see if i can get a ride directly from my house, so i can let loose and drink to my heart's content. no more drunk driving for me!
yeah, i can go to a strip club and not get a lap dance, but where's the fun in that? if i go, i should at least get a couple, right? it's always nice to get at least one pair of boobs rubbed in my face. but, like i said, i've sort of gotten bored of it, mostly because i find most strippers unattractive (face-wise). very few of them have nice faces, and that's the most important thing in terms of making me like them. of course, they have to have a nice body as well; i've seen some fat strippers before, or ones with really oddly shaped breasts. i feel sad for them, because you just know that they don't get the attention or business that the normal or hot girls get. rejection must be tough when it's based solely on your physical attributes.
re: _flowers in the attic_. i've actually read it, and i really liked it. it was twisted, creepy, and just a great read. yes, i sort of got turned on when the brother and sister flirted with each other and eventually had sex. (although, the fact that he raped her made it not as cool.) i tried reading some of v.c. andrews's other books, but i never finished them. i wonder what the hell happened in her lifetime that made her write such dark works.
so i've never watched gay porn before, but i'm curious about something that maybe those of you who have watched it can shed light on. do the sex scenes finish when *both* men have shot their wad? i mean, in straight sex, the scenes revolve around the guy, and they are usually over when the guy comes, right? but in male gay porn, the two participants both have the opportunity to blow their spunk, so do they take turns having sex with each other? or is one designated as the "recipient," and they only do half the scene?
i do wonder sometimes how good it feels to get my prostate tickled. i've read that it's quite an awesome sensation. hm. at what age should i start getting prostate exams? maybe then i'll find out.
ok, that's that. i'm heading off. gonna work on finding some dinner plans. have a STUPENDOUS weekend folks!
so tonight, i'm going to watch the stanford/UCLA (#7 vs. #2/3) game with diana and all of her bruin friends. i'll be totally outnumbered, since i'm the only stanford person going. but i'll be representing! i'm going to bust out my new stanford t-shirt (the one with chinese characters on it) and my red shoes. go cardinal! speaking of which, the cover story on espn.com right now features columnist pat forde being the tree at the washington game, which i attended last thursday. it's an awesome story. i had no idea that a newbie was our mascot during the first half! good for him, how fun! i'd love to be the tree.
so last night's _the moment of truth_ was overhyped. the only really dramatic question was "do you have any secrets that could end your marriage?" (she said "yes.") man, what do you do with that answer afterwards? i mean, as a husband, of course i'd be totally curious, and i'd want to talk about it, but would i *really* want to know what the secret(s) is? i mean, if the marriage is in good shape, would i want to ruin it by digging around? but then again, i probably wouldn't be able to let it go, either. man, what a conundrum.
re: audit. so last year, i made a mistake in reporting my ESPP sales, so i amended my 2006 tax return. so the IRS must have started snooping around, so they looked at my 2005 return and decided to charge me an extra $5G's because i forgot to file my ESPP's for that year. i was like, "holy shit!" and freaked out. but then, i remembered that i had audit defense for that year, so i just used the service, and dude, that was a total godsend. so in the end, all i had to pay was an extra $250 or so. *phew*
so my code is looking good. i found a few stupid bugs here and there (mostly typo's and misdeclarations), but i'm fairly confident in my code now. the RTL freeze is this monday, and i think i'll be ready for that. yay! it was a fun design, not difficult, but i love coding, and it was an enjoyable process. however, my boss told me that there will be some painful changes for the next chip, and i'm not looking forward to that. ugh.
i'm craving dim sum. normally, grace and i round up the troops on the weekends, but both of us have been busy or not available, so we haven't gone in several weeks. maybe i'll ask her if she's free this sunday. it might be difficult since we lose an hour of sleep that previous night, so we'll see. plus, we'll be out late because of jimmy's bachelor party. fyi, we're going to morton's steakhouse to celebrate, followed by some potential bar hopping. yeah, no strippers. it's ok, though; i'm tired of strippers, and i want to save my money.
so here's a pretty weird google phrase i got hit with today:
"my mom cannot keep her hands off my foreskin"
huh? i mean, is the mom molesting her son? is she trying to give him a handjob? freaky! i just don't get what she is trying to do. the mental picture i have in my head is that she's bathing him or something, and she's trying to fondle her son's uncircumcised schlong, tugging the foreskin back and forth, trying to get an erection going. but the motive? i have no idea. anyways, a weird phrase, and i hope the guy can get her horny mother off his crotch.
i've always found parental/child incest creepy. or any cross-generational incest of the sort. however, sibling or cousin incest is somehow a perverse turn-on for me. i guess when the ages are similar, then there isn't that power abuse that seems totally wrong and criminal. (no, i don't have any sisters.) i remember hugh grant (back when he was going out with elizabeth hurley) one saying that he and liz were like siblings, and he got a lot of shit for it. but i think it was sort of a sexy comment. btw, didn't china approve marriage between cousins of the first degree because of the dearth of women?
i remember watching the howard stern show years back, and he featured these two lesbian sisters, taylor and jade. they claimed to be in love with each other. lesbian sex doesn't really do it for me, but for some reason, this was a turn-on. i mean, siblings have a natural affinity for each other, and they usually have an intimate knowledge of one another, so a progression in their relationship seems natural in some way, right? (i'm just thinking aloud here.)
basketball is a rough game. today, i got knocked to the ground when D tried to block my shot. he jumped right into me (i did a shot fake), and we collided and crumped into a heap on the ground. and after i left, apparently my coworker W got his tooth knocked loose by a forearm or elbow from another guy. man, that really sucks. like i said, i've broken a finger and a toe before playing basketball. it is not a game for the weak. (yes, i know other sports like football and rugby are way worse, but still! i know rugby is rough, but at least in football you wear pads.)
my old iMac is getting obsolete. it's too slow to run youtube videos at full speed (it chokes while downloading and playing at the same time), and it's still using the old powerPC processors instead of the new intel ones so i can't run the latest OS's. but i still love my old computer. sigh. i hate technology sometimes and having to upgrade every couple of years.
ok, time to head home and prepare for the game. first place in the pac-10 conference is at stake!
so D and i had lunch with justin today at e-noodle. this may be the last time we see him ever again. he's moving to vancouver next week to work for a startup, so he may very well be out of the bay area forever. godspeed, justin! it's funny; at e-noodle, the waitress took one look at me, and asked immediately if i wanted dumplings. ha! i guess my love for dumplings is well known.
my morning song: "in my arms" by erasure. this came off of their _cowboy_ album, which i really liked. it's the only song i know of that uses the word "magenta." honestly, who the hell uses that word? the concert that fb girl and her friends were going to was at the independent, and i went there last to see erasure with yuji. when i brought it up, i got deafening silence. they had never heard of erasure before! what?! they're like 5 years younger, and i was surprised that there was such a generation gap there.
so one of my friends had a freak accident while snowboarding. apparently, she hit her crotch on her bindings, and according to her words, she "burst the capillaries in her vulva." !! she said it hurt like a mofo, and she had to waddle down the mountain and go to the ER. it swelled up (she called it her "left nut sack"), and she had to stay in bed for like two weeks. now that's a really weird injury, but i can imagine how painful it would be. i have nightmares about tearing my schlong, like ripping my penishole or something. *shivers* that's why that video of the girl jamming a dildo into the guy's meatus scares me so. that ain't natural, folks!
so re: sexy voices. one girl (my uncle's friend's daughter), ann, had this breathy voice, and it was the perfect timber, and it was just awesome. i only talked to her twice, and once it was over the phone, and i was just so turned on. (she was cute, too; she had short hair, a bonus for me.) she was a bit younger than me, and the summer after my freshman year, when i was back in dallas, she asked me to some dance for high schoolers. i politely declined the invitation (i was going out with k1 at the time, for one), but now i regret it (not cheating on k1, but at least keeping in touch with ann). i wonder where she is now. sometimes you meet people, and then lose contact, and you regret not keeping in touch with them because they're pretty much lost forever. ann's one of those people.
last night, as i was sitting on my couch, i shook my head, and i heard this rattling/crunching sound in my right ear. so i started digging away with my pinky finger, and i got not one, not two, but THREE pieces of brown pasty earwax out. crazy! i must have hyperactive sebaceous glands. it must be some miracle that i can hear at all. maybe i should go schedule a physical and get an ear cleaning on the side. my right ear's gunk smells moreso than my left ear's stuff, but these pieces were pretty much odorless. weird.
sometimes i really wonder if technology is making us completely stupid. i used to have all of my friends' phone numbers and e-mail addresses memorized, but now, with cell phones and computerized address books, that's all unnecessary. i don't know anybody's phone numbers anymore, not even one. it's pretty pathetic, actually. and stuff like GPS's makes us not need to remember how to get around. i will always remember greg's admonishment of "don't let GPS make you stupid!" when i first purchased mine. i think he's right. we're getting dumb.
what makes a shampoo anti-dandruff? i thought having dandruff means that you have a flaky scalp. how can a shampoo correct that? does it moisturize your head's skin? does it exfoliate the scalp as you wash it so all the flakes come off as you shower? i've always wondered about that.
man, i need to find time to do my taxes. probably this weekend or next weekend. i've had all my documents for weeks now; i just need to sit down and do it. yuck. i highly recommend (if you do turbotax online) the audit defense service. i got audited last year, and this was a godsend. all it cost me was like $40, and they did everything; the only thing i needed to do was fax them all of my documents, and they dealt with the IRS on my behalf. *phew*
ok, time to take off. i wonder if that tree i received is still there.
so the big news in the NFL is that brett favre has announced his retirement. even though he's been the franchise quarterback of one of dallas's biggest postseason rivals, i've always enjoyed watching him play. (it doesn't hurt that he's never won at texas stadium, either.) i'm going to miss him. he has a hot wife (deanna), btw. godspeed, brett! i wish you happy trails.
even though i just went to su's yesterday, i'm totally craving mongolian bbq again. my sauce recipe is damn good (3 scoops soy sauce, 1.5 scoops garlic, and 1.5 scoops chili paste, topped off with a dusting of white pepper). yum. maybe i'll D if he wants to go again next week. we're having lunch tomorrow with justin, who just got back from a 3-day trip to taiwan. man, such a short stay there. i wonder if he ever even got adjust to the time difference before he had to come back.
fyi, i am not attracted to bitchy girls. just bitchy-*looking* girls. i don't enjoy arguing, and i don't like to be treated badly. there's a difference. i think i liked fb girl's profile picture because she was glaring at the camera, and her eyes just looked really sharp and piercing. yeah, that was it.
and no, i have never been spanked during sex. i don't think i would enjoy that. do girls enjoy spanking? i've seen it done a lot in porn, to the point where you can see the guy's red handprint on the girl's ass. it doesn't sound pleasant to me, but sometimes the girl squeals in pleasure. hm. i just don't get it, i suppose.
do you people care about a significant other's voice? i don't know if i'm the only one, but it's a big deal to me. the way i figure, if i'm going to be talking to a girl a lot, i had better like her voice. a bad voice is a big turn-off for me. alan thinks i'm being shallow, but i don't think so. like, i don't like fobby accents, low-pitched timbers, etc. in my past experience, there were two girls who had the sexiest voices, and it was to the point where i actually got turned on talking to them. man, that was hot; i could listen to them forever, and that's a quality that i want in a mate.
so guess what. my apartment was picked by the arbor day association or whatever it's called, and last night, as i drove back home, i noticed they delivered me a tree! what the hell am i supposed to do with a tree? (ok, duh, i'm supposed to plant it, i know.) but i don't own the townhome, and i don't know if the housing association will let me do it in the first place. so i just called up my property manager today and told her that i am now in possession of a brand spankin' new tree. she laughed when i told her. apparently, she's going to take care of it. (how, i don't know.)
i think something's a little off when i can buy breakfast at mcdonald's (a sausage and egg mcmuffin and hash browns) for $3.88 but my medium frozen yogurt plus mochi costs $5.24. but hey, i'm willing to pay for the dessert, so i shouldn't complain, right? mmmm... mochi.
hm. i haven't had milk in many months now. i wonder if i'm lactose intolerant again. i'd hate to have to go through that painful diarrhea phase again. (yes, i already have it, but it's regular. what i'm talking about is the stomachaches, the farting, and the random strike-you-at-any-moment diarrhea.) maybe i should get some milk and cereal and start having that for dinner again on occasion.
nelson's still trying to get tickets for us to the cure concert. he says that he can't pick the seats, so he's stuck with whatever ticketmaster gives him. and so far, he's been given seats on the side, which gives us a poor view of the stage. rats. the cure is one of the few remaining bands that i'd like to see, so i'm interested in going. but like i said, i don't know if i can sit still for three hours, which is how long the band is known for playing for. three hours! that includes 10-song encores and such.
ok, well, i need to cut this short and head off to get a haircut. it's been way too long, and my mohawk needs to get trimmed off. jimmy's wedding is less than two weeks away, and i need to look my best!
i had the worst food coma in a long while after lunch today. both D and i were starving, so we went to su's mongolian bbq and feasted on gigantic bowls of stuff. after i came back, i passed out in my cube for an hour. luckily, i didn't drive because i would have fallen asleep at the wheel. su's rocks, but i'm a little upset that they keep raising the prices. a few years ago, it was only $8 (pre-tax/tip), but now, it's $11!
i finished coding today. it feels good, but now i have to start verification, and i'm not sure how to go about doing it. it'll be tough; i have to finish it by next monday.
me, i'd rather have words misunderstood because there's at least a chance that i can correct myself. having words left unsaid is frustrating because you'll always have that "what if" hanging over you. i always like to have the last word, and i hate having something missing in a conversation. if i don't get to express myself, then i'll wind up hating myself for it. anyways, that's just my take.
right now, many of my stanford buds are in whistler (canada) frolicking in the snow. i wish i could join them, but i've got that work deadline. sigh. it's ok, though, because i "retired" from winter sports, so i would sitting in the cabin with my thumb up my ass while they're on the slopes. i would like to visit whistler sometime, though; i've heard it's beautiful there.
my asshole is raw. i've taken three dumps today for some strange r